The melodic wailing of the two-stringed fiddle took over every sound in the room. However, its heartstring-tugging cries couldn't compete with a singing voice reciting the ode to fallen heroes. The maiden had a hood over her head, hiding most of her face aside from the lower half of her beautiful face. However, occasionally, her light hair fringe would peek from the hood. Her heavenly light-blue eyes would also be seen.
She was donned in a light-green palace dress, but she was not performing in the palace lobby. She was only sitting in the middle of a straw-mat floor, playing her fiddle, and singing of heroics. Her slender fingers weren't candle-like as they were hardened by practice, and yet they still attracted gazes and hands to hold them.
